Wan'er saw that He Xiangjiang was crying again and slapped his head impatiently.
The young Taoist priest hurriedly stopped crying.
Wan'er said in disdain.
"Why are you always crying?"
"Don't you feel tired?"
The young Taoist priest sobbed as he said.
"How would I know? The atmosphere has already built up. I feel that if I don't cry, I'll be letting myself down."
Wan'er was amused by He Xiangjiang's words.
"Hahaha, you may be a little silly, but you're quite interesting."
He Xiangjiang did not understand what the little girl sitting next to him was laughing about.
So he asked.
"You left home too. Don't you miss your parents?"
Wan'er's laughter suddenly stopped.
"My daddy left with us. As for my mommy..."
"I haven't seen her since my sister was born."
"I don't even remember what she looked like."
He Xiangjiang asked softly.
"Then, why don't you cry too?"
